Last night I was on the phone with someone who had hurt their lower back in a fall at work. They didn’t ask for prayer but when someone is in pain or discomfort and you have what it takes for them to be in comfort then loving your neighbor as yourself means you discipline yourself to give what you have freely received. I didn’t ask if I could pray for them. I said “Let me pray.” I spoke out loud the Truth that is by the stripes of Jesus this person was healed. That it was the stripes themselves that paid for the healing (see Isa 53:5). I realized that this soul, as with all souls is precious to Jesus. That He had already bore this injury and that He then deserved to see this soul’s body healed from the problem. It wasn’t more than a two minute declaration of the Truth over the person. When I finished speaking the Truth of what God has done she then explained what happened during my prayer. She said the pain went from a lot of pain (a 10 out of 10) to a 4 but as I got stronger in prayer at the end it then went from a 4 to her being completely healed. We rejoiced. I decided not to keep Jesus to myself but to give to others what they need, even when they don’t ask. I also realized that I played the role of The Spectator… I just believed. God did the works and healed her completely. I witnessed yet another example of the love of God and the price He paid for us to be set free from all forms of captivity.
Jesus deserves souls to get healed. He deserves them to be reconciled back to God. He paid for it ALL. Amen?